My Adventures with My Wives

MY ADVENTURE'S

EDITORS NOTE:

The following is a highlighted account of the sexual mis-adventures I have been privileged to be a participant in. This is by no means the full breathe of each and every adventure or every union I have had, but it is representative of the roads I have taken.

Many might feel that I was, and am, preoccupied with sex and all its deviations. However, I tend to think of myself as one who has sampled many fine wines, each having its own flavor and scent, and have settled on my favorite one.

That is the basic premise for the following true life story. It is what I have had; what I wish to continue with; and how I would prefer to live my life. I have used the real names of all of the participants in this story but have omitted the last names. It is doubtful that anyone, whose name appears, will ever see this, but as the story is true, I wanted to keep it factual

I=ve began this story when I, and all of the other participants were eighteen years old, and have continued it to today. I hope it will continue to grow; to have more experiences. But as Mick Jagger said,

AWe don=t always get what we want but sometimes, we get what we need.@

THE FIRST SWAP

We had read articles in Men's magazine called "Mr." that had increasing stories and letters from people who were into wife swapping. We admitted to each other, that stories got us exceedingly hot. We related the scenario's we create if we ever did any swapping, just to test each others feelings, on the subject of watching your lover be with another person. We both agreed it would just be sex, and sex was there for anybody to enjoy. After all, we loved one another, and sex with other people didn't necessarily equate that we wouldn't love each other any less; we would just be sharing our sex with others.

I had a friend who lives in Bouquet Canyon, North of LA. He and his girlfriend had experimented with wife swapping and gave us the number of a friend of theirs who play the game with them. After serious talking between the two of us, I called and arranged for them to come down and meet us. We were all into mushrooms and I had a wild bunch that we all could enjoy.

They arrived about nine. Lana and I had some wine, a few joints, and were feeling no pain when they came in. We soon offered our guests some schoom's and listened to some music.

We didn't have a clue how to begin the swapping, and I can say that after the wine, joints and schoom's, the room felt a little hazy to me. We were all sitting in the hall, on the floor, Ron started coming on the Lana and she was very receptive to his advances. The other chick (I say chick because I really didn=t know her name) and I just kinda watched them as if in a trance; like we were watching a movie unfolding before our eyes. Besides, my dick was going nowhere,and I was much too enthralled in watching my girl friend respond to another man's touch.

It wasn't to long before Lana was naked as a jaybird, Ron, having undressed her before our very eyes. We watched as he took off his clothes and had her suck his cock. Gawd it was exciting, watching her lips slide up and down on his glistening pole. Ron was gently pulling on her nipples while Lana moaned like the wild temptress she was. It was all so surreal. Lana and Ron seemed to be obvious to our presence, it was like we were watching a movie, but the sound effects and the smells were so real.

Ron=s girlfriend and I barely said a word to each other. We were both so fascinated by the sights, sounds and smells before us. Ron had Lana ly on the couch and told her to guide his cock into her. He didn=t have a particularly large cock but that didn=t matter; he knew what to do with it and Lana=s excitement was evident. Ron had swagger in his hips as he thrust back and forth into her. He had Lana put one leg straight down while she wrapped her other leg around his back. He seemed to be able to stimulate her clitoris, causing Lana to come to the brink of climax.

She had always been a very vocal woman during sex and this was no exception. It wasn=t words she uttered, just those telltale sounds of a woman approaching orgasm.

Then she started begging him to cum saying ACum on baby, let me feel your hot cum. Oh yeah baby, that=s it. Oh god you feel fucking fantastic. Yeah, yeah, that=s the spot, Oh yes do it, do it now@ and then he began to cum.

We watched as his hips jerked deep inside her as he momentarily froze during that first involuntary spasm. Then he pulled back and pushed deep inside again and again. The look on his face was one we=ve all seen before, mouth slightly agape, eyes clenched shut, and Lana, she was completely out of breath.

When he pulled out of her, we could all see the frothy, bubbling cum just starting to form at Lana=s lips, and she made no attempt to close her legs. We could see Ed=s shiny pole, glistening with a mixture of Lana=s and his own juices. We made small talk about doing this again, only next time, with all of us participating. Then they got dressed and left.

We hadn't as much as shut the door behind them when I shed my clothes and struck my cock right up inside Lana, churning myself into that slick, wet, hot quim, that felt and sounded so squishy. The idea that my cock was sliding around another=s man=s semen was too much for me. It didn=t take me long to empty my own creamy load in her, intertwining my cum with Ron=s.

We spoke for the first time, expressing our love and excitement over what just happened. We related to each other all of the feelings we had in this, our first experience in watching Lana have sex with another man. We talked about our jealousy (I felt none and told her so), our jitters and awkwardness at the first time (we felt really out of place offering ourselves sexually for the first time with another partner), and our desires to do it again (both of us were really excited at that option). Lana told me she wanted to watch me fuck another woman in front of her next time while she screwed the other man.

But how do you find other people? We just didn't know how to start in this lifestyle. Did you advertise? Did you go to wife swapping parties? We didn't know many people who were involved in swapping at the time except for the Bouquet Canyon crowd and finally settled on just let things happen as they might and see what developed. After all, we were young, horny and Lana had just turned eighteen.

The next year, I went to Portland , Oregon for six months. Even though Lana and I lived together, I told Lana to do what came natural to her and play the field with whomever she wanted and not to be hesitant to use our bed. She never told me much about that time apart except that about three months into our being apart, she sent me ten Polaroid pictures of her naked and you could tell, somebody else was holding the camera. Some had her playing with herself. Other photo=s of her with her dildo. And still others of what I could swear was cum all around her reddened and puffy lips but since it was in black and white, I couldn't be sure and all she would do is giggle when I called to ask her. Needless to say, I was very horny and excited imagining what she might be doing, and to whom. I was soon back three months later.

In the six months I was gone, she had purchased a dozen or so see though or partially sheer outfits, some tied at the neck and with backless tops. She started wearing a lot of crop tops or shirts unbuttoned and tied below her breast. She had become more outwardly sexual in my absence, and I couldn't be happier about it.

She eventually did tell me who was taking the pictures of her she sent me; a friend of her Florida cousin who was in SoCal for the summer; and yes, that was cum dripping from her snatch. He had to go back to Florida before I left my Oregon job although Lana later did go to Florida and hook up with him again, but that=s a later story that I wasn=t involved in.

BEING WATCHED

It began when we invited over a close frined and his wife, Dennis and Lynda. A great BBQ, good wine, and the talk, well, it was getting all of us very horny. After the food, we decided to play strip poker. It wasn=t long before we Dennis and I were down to our underwear. When Lana lost the next hand, she had to decide whether to remove her crop top or her jeans. She untied her top, letting her breasts swing free in the air. I couldn=t resist, so I leaned over and sucked her erect nipples. Soon, we lay down on the floor and began petting each other while our guests did the same.

I slipped my lips over her succulent breasts, lightly sucking the tips in and out of my mouth. We noticed Dennis and Lynda just watching us. My hand slid down her flat abs, inching under her tight jeans at her waist. I fumbled for a moment and unsnapped them, drawing her zipper down. She wasn't wearing any underwear and her light pubic hairs were visible in the soft twilight that entered the room.

I ran my fingers over the top of her mound, sliding them down over her labia and back up again as I'd done a hundred times before. She raised her hips off the floor and I pulled her jeans down to her ankles. She used her feet and kicked them off the rest of the way.

We noticed that Dennis had his hands finding their way into Lynda's blouse, exposing her breasts as he gently kneaded them as they watched us intently. Neither us had seen another couple naked before beginning a sexual act in front of their faces.

I slipped my lips down her neck, alternatively licking and kissing each inch along the way; across her breasts; onto her stomach; coming to rest on the sweet lips of her quim. Carefully unfolding her lips with my tongue, I licked up and down, in single swoops, each side of her lips, exposing her waiting hole until I finally thrust my hot tongue into her, tasting her sweet juice. I slipped my tongue over her clitoris, washing it with her sweet and flowing juices. I felt her breath quickening and knew her impending orgasm would hit her soon.

She whipped her head back and forth, making those sounds so familiar to those in the heat of passion. She began trembling as her orgasm hit, her fingers keeping a claw like grip on the back of my head. One thing about Lana, she was very vocal, and it didn't matter where we were.

When her orgasm subsided, she used her fingers to unbutton my jeans; one button at a time. You could see my cock expand under my pants, so that when she finally freed it, it sprang out of the front of my jeans.

Naked herself, she knelt and pulled my jeans off while I removed my shirt. Bending over across me, she took my hot pole into her mouth, slowly slurping down its sides until it was wet from her saliva.

Tossing one leg astride me, she slowly guided my rock hard cock into her. Pressing against her wetness, she pumped my cock inside her while I arched forward to meet her thrusts.

Dennis and Lynda watched with erotic fascination, noticing the silvery side of my pole slide deep inside her, only to reappear, glistening with her juices.

I turned her over and got behind her. Spreading her knees wide apart on the rug, I slipped my cock into her waiting quim. Inadvertently I wanted Dennis and Lyda to see my cock going in and out of Lana. It slid so easily. She arched her back down, thrusting herself against me; beads of perspiration melted from my face. I felt my need welling up inside me; churning deep inside from a place very familiar and pleasurable.

I pushed myself deep into her as my first spurt washed the inside of her womb; and with each successive spurt, I felt my body drain and melt into her, making us as one. When it was over I pulled out, leaving my cum pooling between her open legs, leaving its mark as it dripped down along the crack to her ass, eventually to the carpet.

We smiled at our audience and said AYour turn.@

Dennis and Lynda were incredibly turned on from watching our performance and didn=t need any more encouragement from us. Dennis began removing Lynda's clothes as now we watched them. Lana slowly used her fingers to play with herself as we watched them make love to each other.

We took turns all evening with our respective partners, eventually moving to our king size bed; staying naked together; eating snacks and drinking champagne in between our lovemaking. We never did swap partners. Maybe it was because I didn=t find Lynda that sexually attractive to me, I don=t know. It just didn=t seem to be the moment to start swapping. Afterall. Dennis was a good friend and I wasn=t sure how our relationship would be if we became sexual together. It was incredibly sexy and erotic to make love in front of another couple, and watch them make love in front of us. This was just the beginning for us in our adventures into the land of sexual delights.

COLLEGE DAYS

I went to college in Southern California. When I first went to college, my long time girlfriend, Lana, and I had broken up and she was off in Florida testing the waters there (and partying with her cuz and boning his friends.).

I played in a rock'n'roll band all throughout high school and Junior College, and finally quit when I went to a private college. I realized that although it was fun and helped to get me a lot of free pussy, but I knew music was never going to be my life's work. But every two weeks or so, we had a jam session at the frat house, and with the music blaring, it always attracted the sorority chicks.

Our sister sorority partied with us quite often. Sure, many of them hooked up with the guys from my frat but it wasn=t an emotional love affair. More like raw sexuality. I hadn=t hooked up with anyone, being the quiet and shy guy I was at the time. One girl, Penny, had told many of her sisters that she liked me, a lot. I, on the other hand, was emotionally in love with someone else who just happened to be my best friend , Little Joyce. I was too shy to tell her, and even though we spent a lot of time together, we were never hooked up and I was getting them blue balls you hear so much about.

After weeks of Penny coming on to me, I finally asked her over to my house. Penny was all of 5=0@, less than 95 lbs. and very quiet and shy. I=m 6=3@ and then 185 lbs and physically in pretty good shape. We started kissing, shedding our clothes, until we were pressing our bodies together, sliding against each others skin. I pushed her over onto her back and buried my face between her legs. She had never experienced this before and tried to stop me. But I gently pushed her back and continued eating her out until she had an orgasm.

Her orgasms was a mixture of whimpering and shortness of breath. I almost felt like she couldn=t catch her breath. When she finally did, she pulled me up on top of her. I positioned my hard cock ready to enter her but it was so tight; tighter than I=ve ever felt. I watched her face grimace and contort from the pain I could tell she was experiencing. I wanted to stop but she said to keep going.

I finally got my dick into her and began slowly rocking. She kept telling me how much she loved me and how she always wanted to be with me. And me, being the slob I was, only wanted to fuck with no commitment, just the sexual pleasure. I asked if she had any protection and she said no.

When it came time for me cum, I pulled out of her just as the first blast of cum shot from my cock; my cock spasming three or four bursts of my jism onto her belly. Afterwards she told me that I was her first; she had been a virgin and she wanted me to be the one to take her virginity. This was getting too creepy for me. Hell, I wasn=t in this for commitment, I was only having a good time and wanted to tell her so.

I decided then and there, not see her again as I didn=t want to hurt her further. (I might be the typical male chauvinist pig that I was, but I really cared about the feeling of others.) Besides, her pussy was so tight, that even for being a virgin, she just wasn=t a good fit with my 8@ cock. I knew then what I know now; that I don=t enjoy tight pussy=s, I love them lose, experienced and sloppy, and Penny=s just wasn=t going to be that way.

I bedded approximately six different girls while I college, five of them from our sister sorority. None of us had any emotional commitment and we were all in it for the fun. And my best friend, Little Joyce (as differentiated from Big Joyce - my best friends girlfriend) well I never did get to hook up with her in.

When I told her how I felt, she was shocked and we drifted apart. I asked myself at that time, why do you never get to hook up with someone who is your best friend, and still be able to keep that relationship going. I guess it=s the commitment of being together but allowing your best friend to be with whomever they want, and not judge them for their sexual liaisons. This was the learning grounds of my undying belief and commitment to wanting to live in some type of an open marriage lifestyle, although I didn=t know it at the time.

SHARING

About a year after I started college, my long time girlfriend and I reunited. (Actually an earthquake that occurred in Southern California scared her.) She called me up and I invited her over (it was only 6:00 A.M. She was there in 20 minutes, and we were fucking ten minutes after she got there. I moved in with my girlfriend, Lana, and out of the house I was sharing with my frat brother Jim and his girlfriend, Joyce (a different one from above). She had been with me throughout most of my high school years and had grown with me, both sexually and emotionally. Besides, as the song goes, Awe were good together in bed.@

Lana had always had a crush on Ed, the drummer from the band I was in while in high school and early college days, but she never did anything to encourage him while we played together. He and I were like brothers, in fact when a Country Western singer, Bobby Bare, invited him to join his band he made it clear to him that if he went, I had to go to. Well, I didn't get invited and Eddie didn't go on the greater things that playing with a music star might have gotten him, but he was my bro. and stood beside me.

Now that I wasn't playing with the band anymore, I told her it would be all right with me if she wanted to fulfill her fantasy of being with him. During a portion of my college days, I was going to school at night so I could work during the day. (Yeah, I had to pay for it. Didn't have any silver spoons to hock for it.) Since I was going to be gone every evening in school, and wouldn't be able to play and satisfy Lana until the weekend or until I got home each night, I really wanted her to do him, and anyone else she wanted for that matter. She eagerly agreed that she'd love to see Eddie and see what developed.

I called Eddie and after some small talk about what we had been doing lately told him what Lana had said about him, and invited him to come over for a visit. I explained that I wouldn't be there, but that he should make himself at home. He, too, agreed without any hesitation. I explained our lifestyle to him (hell, it was the early >70's and that I emphatically "give my permission for him to do whatever he liked" with Lana, without any consequences whatsoever.

He showed up that very evening at 5:30 p.m. I was just getting ready to walk out the door as school started at 6:00 p.m. I gave him a big greeting and a high five, and told him to "enjoy", and told I wouldn't be back until after 10:00 p.m. so "don't do anything I wouldn't do" and winked. Lana told me the rest of the story when I got home.

It seems that just after I left, she poured him a glass of wine and pulled out a joint to lighten things up. He really didn't smoke grass but took a few hits. She put on some R&B (which just turns her on like no other music) and they made small talk about how she secretly lusted about him during high school and the entire time I was playing with him in the band. High school was four years behind us. She said she sometimes, she fantasized about him while watching us play, and that she still fantasized about what it would be like with him.

Then she took the initiative and reached over and kissed him. Just as she was pulling back, he pulled her back into his arms and kissed her back. After ten minutes of kissing and groping each other, they went into the bedroom where she undressed him and they made passionate love until I got home.

He came three times, each time deep inside her, filling her with his creamy seed. (She was on the pill and we didn't have to worry about her getting pregnant. She absolutely loved it and was glowing from head to toe. She couldn't wait to tell me all about it because at that time, I was her best friend and we shared everything.

I came home at about 10:15 p.m. and met Lana in bed. It seems Eddie had left a few minutes before ten after fucking her from about six-fifteen till nine forty-five. After she related to me the above details, I jumped her bones and filled her hot quim with my cum, thinking about it as it mixed inside her with his creamy load, wondering if this could ever develop into a threesome (oh my mind was working to see how I could be a part of this fun).

(I've got to say that even though I'm American, I prefer the English term of "quim" rather than "cunt" which seems so vulgar, so I've used that term liberally in place of the other.)

It felt good to know that less than thirty minutes before, another man had shot his creamy seed deep inside the very same quim I was fucking. This went on at least twice a week for the next six months until he enlisted in the Navy. He wanted to be a Navy Seal (and he eventually did).

During the time he was fooling around with Lana, I spoke with him only a few times due to my school studies. He promised me that as soon as he got a steady girl, he'd share her with me too but I told him that wasn=t necessary; I was just glad they both were enjoying themselves.

He never did get a steady girl and our lives took us in different directions. But it was wonderful for Lana to experience turning her fantasy into reality as she had wanted to for so many years, and to know that it was perfectly all right with me. I was beginning to evolve into the new philosophy of being in an open marriage even polyandry to a certain extent.

WEED, WHITES & WINE

One of my fraternity brothers was from Nicaragua. His family was well connected with the political scene there until they were toppled. My frat brother, Jose (hell aren't they all named Jose) and I got along tremendously, and he could come up with some of the greatest weed because it was brought into the states in the diplomatic pouch. (Yes I can truly say that all of the stuff that's in the diplomatic pouch isn't always papers.) I invited him over to our place for some wine, tequila, and broiled rabbit. We had an incredible view of Silverlake, high up on the hillside, and had planned to eat out on the balcony.

We started with a bottle of San Martin Gertsteramer, a slightly sweet fruity wine that is, unfortunately, no longer available. We interspersed that with shots of Heradura tequila and numerous joints of fine Nicaragua weed. He showed us how to "really" drink tequila by putting the salt directly on the lime instead of your hand. After all, in his country, you never knew where one's hands might in up and who in their right mind wanted to lick their hands.

After we finished dinner, we decided to play strip poker. It wasn't long until all of us we in various stages of undress, and with the weed, wine, and tequila, we didn't have any inhibitions about our partial nudity. We had experienced watching and being watched and some swapping already, so we weren't novices at sex games or being naked around other folks.

Lana was the first to get totally naked after losing several hands. We then clarified the rules. If she lost another hand, she would have to perform whatever sexual act the winner of the hand wanted. The first time, the act would be for thirty seconds; the second, for one minute; third, for three minutes, etc. Well she lost the next hand to Jose. Jose looked at me, I smiled and winked and he said "how 'bout a blow job."

Well, Lana, dreamily looked right into his eyes and started by licking his lips, trailing her lips down his chest, down to his cock. His cock was glistening with pre-cum fluidwhich she made a point of slowly licking it up, all the while glancing up and looking deep into Jose's eyes. At the end of thirty seconds, his cock was standing straight up and aching for more, but true to the game, we stopped and went on playing.

She won the next hand and Jose was the lowest loser. She looked deep into his eyes and said "eat me". He wasted no time in licking and swirling her clit with his tongue, and at the end of the thirty seconds she was just on the verge of coming. She held his head in place against her pussy lips for the next few minutes until she came.

By then we had quit thinking about the game and sex was on all our minds. Jose stuck his seven inch cock into her wet hot quim and rocked her to another orgasm, letting his cock spill deep inside her. We never used condoms or any other form of birth control as Lana was on the pill. Besides, we never enjoyed fucking with a rubber.

Well I wasn't going to let this go to waste. I had taken off what little remained of my clothes while they had been fucking, and as soon as he pulled out, I went down on her. I don't know what came over me or why I chose to eat her out. It was a spur of the moment thing probably brought on by the good food, booze and weed.

I was hooked. It was the sweetest desert I had ever tasted. Her just fucked quim was slightly agape and the trickle of cum just starting to ooze out. At first lick I knew I would do this every time with her. I eagerly lapped up every drop of cum from her pussy lips, sucking from deep inside her lovely quim, around her pussy lips and still I wanted more. But now I needed to cum myself, so I slid my red eight inch dick up into her and slowly started to rock back and forth as lovers who have been with each other for quite a while do. Her moans let us know she certainly was enjoying the fucking and she reached over to Jose and drew him into her mouth. Here we were, me fucking her in the missionary position and Jose getting a royal sucking. I don't know what she was enjoying more; the fucking or her giving Jose head, but it didn't matter because what really mattered was that she was obviously enjoying herself immensely. The sight of her sucking him, his hands squeezing her breasts, just put me over the top and I blew a load deep inside her.

Jose, with his ragging hard on, climbed right back on board. I could see his cock glisten as globs of my semen were gushing out over it, and out of her with each backward stroke he made. The pubic hair at the base of his cock was getting matted with my wet cum, and her quim made little squishy noises that only really wet pussy's do. I was getting the sucking of my life while he plugged her silly.

It wasn't long until he shot in her again, and again I went down on her. Now her pussy lips were really wide open and the cum was flowing freely out of her sweet quim right into my mouth. I sucked and licked both Jose=s and my own cum from her sweet hole and took her to another orgasm. Then I hopped back into the saddle, feeling that wet, sloppy quim I so longed for.

The whole time I was going down on her, she was giving head to Jose, and moaning, murmuring things like "mmmmmmmm", "gawd fuck me, fuckme, ahhhh fuck me", and other sexy and fun comments. It was obvious to all that she was having the time of her life.

Jose and I fucked her three times each, and each time I went down on her after Jose came inside her. It was the turning point in my life where I knew that I didn't have to swing with her to be happy. I didn't need to prove I could fuck other women and I thoroughly enjoyed fucking Lana while she did me and others.

But what I loved more was watching her getting fucked and eating her up afterwards. Jose came over every couple of weeks and we would do the same scene all over again. This went on for about a year. Jose wasn't the first fraternity brother I shared my girlfriend with, and wouldn't be the last.

BIG JOHN

Once a year, our frat had a Hell Week to initiate new members. The whole fraternity would go to a cabin up at Lake Arrowhead where one of our brothers owned a huge ski lodge cabin. It even had group area showers, and that's where I saw the reason a few of my bothers called John "Big John."

John flaccid cock was as big as mine was hard, and thicker. I called Lana that evening from the corner market and told her about John while she brought herself off on the other end of the telephone.

We were scheduled to return home on Sunday afternoon. We always met at the base of the mountains at a Shakey's and ate pizza and drank copious amounts of beer. While their, I quietly invited John to come back to our place that evening, something he readily accepted. It seems John had trouble finding girls who could accommodate him due to his size. Since I was slightly ahead of the pack in equipment myself (or so I thought), I felt Lana could easily accommodate him.

I arrived home and asked Lana if she wanted to play that evening. She hadn't been laid for four/five days and was eager to play herself. When John arrived it was close to nine o'clock. We drank a few shots and played spin the bottle. Basically the rules had Lana having to make out with the one the bottle pointed to. First for fifteen seconds, then thirty seconds, then a minute.

Well the ice was broke soon and we all retired to the bedroom. Lana quickly started back up where she had left off making out with John. I licked Lana's trimmed quim until she was begging for someone to put it in. I nodded to John and he climbed right up.

His cock was eleven inches long and 50% wider than mine. I must admit, I felt a little inadequate after seeing his erect tool. We first used some KY jelly, spreading liberal amounts around her pussy lips. Slowly he eased it in Lana. First, just the head of his enormous prick would enter, then slip back out. Next stroke, he would feed a little more into her until finally, he was ramming it all the way into her slick and wet quim.

She was moaning like a banshee. I have never heard her moan like that ever. She spread her legs way out, and then up, as if to draw him in deeper. He plugged away for ten minutes before he came, depositing his creamy load on to her cervix. I thought for a moment, if this doesn't get her pregnant, nothing will. (We still used the pill and this didn't seem to be a big worry.)

When He finally pulled out of her, her quim was red and wide, wide open. You could see his cum lying in a path resembling a mountain stream as it streamed forward. Again I went down on her, licking up every sweet drop as it mixed with her juices creating the most delightful taste. I could actually run my tongue around the inside of her stretched lips in a full circle, scooping up the cream every time my tongue hit bottom.

When I mounted her, it was like my little dick wasn't even there. I swear, I couldn't feel the sweet sensation of her pussy lips on the outside of my shaft. But it didn't matter. I knew I was going to cum soon just thinking about the fucking Big John's cock had done inside her well used quim. While I was fucking her, she was sucking John to another hardon.

Before I got a chance to cum, she slipped me off and impaled herself on top on John's huge pole. I sat back into a over-stuffed chair we had at the corner of the bedroom and watched her slide inch after inch up inside her. John's pole glistened with their juices as she fucked herself silly and I happily, jerked myself off watching the two of them.

I never did get to cum in Lana that night; John stayed until 3 A.M., and by then she was too sore to fuck any more. The only thing I am sorry about is that I didn't have a camera. I would have loved to capture that moment on film, for us to privately enjoy over and over again.

EPILOGUE (COLLEGE DAYS)

Lana fucked five other fraternity brothers during my college days. Four were the hottest hunks in the frat. One, a close friend of ours, Bob, had a great humor. She sucked him off at a concert after my college days that she went to and I wasn't there. When she came home afterwards, I could smell the sex on her, and even though we had been fighting, it didn't take us long to jump each others bones as she related the story to me. We always said, if we couldn't stay together, we would still meet to fuck ourselves silly even if we were married to other people. We felt we were that good in the sack together.

Lana eventually became my first wife and we were together for ten years. We lived this lifestyle for the entire time we were together. We truly had a great sex life. Sadly, we never did keep our vows to continue fucking each other after our divorce.

Our eventual break up wasn=t caused by any sexual indiscretion or other matter. In fact the night before I kicked her out, she had gone to a party without me (with my knowledge and encouragement) and had sex with one of my friends there. Our break up was due to the fact that we both had grown apart and neither of us could find middle ground. Although our divorce was bitter, I returned to her the Polaroid=s she gave me when I went to Oregon. I never used our sexual experiences as ammunition in court against her, even if I could have. Our sex had been great but we had grown apart in different ways.

ROCKY MOUNTAIN HIGH

My job, as an interior designer in Los Angeles, was coming to a close. I could have taken an assignment in another department and been groomed for a management position. But I went to college to be a designer and I really wanted to see if I had want it takes to be successful. So without a job lined up, I quit my job, and moved to Colorado.

I spent a good part of my first three years as a major player in business; working my ass off. In doing so, we just didn=t have time to play; me with a new job and Lana with two babies.

After three years, I took a sales position and that=s where the fun really began. We went to a party with some of our new neighborhood friends (at least friends from the same city) four couples, at their house. We drank, laughed, and eventually played cards. Oh yeah, strip poker.

One of the men, Bob D., had been trying to get into Lana=s pants ever since we arrived in Broomfield. He was the realtor who helped me find a home and sold us the house we purchased. His wife, Sherry, was a knock-out blond; big boobs with pointy nipples and all. His wife=s sister and her husband, and another couple rounded out our party. All of us had children and they were all over at Bob=s house with one babysitter.

Lana and I were no novices to strip poker, having played with Jose. It wasn=t long until most of the men were down to our boxers and the ladies to their bras and panties. It was Lana who was the first to lose and to take off her bra, followed soon by Sherry, and then the rest. When it came down to the girls underwear, again, it was Lana who showed no modesty, standing up to slowly slide her panties to the floor, prominently displaying her trimmed bush to all of us. Soon most of us were at that same stage of undress.

It was then we had to modify the rules to make those now nude, be required to lose something to continue playing the game. We started out innocently, with a 30 second dance, and then to a 30 second erotic dance to the group. Next was a private dance between the winner and loser for 30 seconds, behind a closed door.

Well that didn=t work even though Lana and Sherry did their private dance, as Sherry=s sister was over-staying her 30 second period and when we looked in, she was down on her knees giving her friends husband a blow job. We changed the rules again. This time, the loser had to do whatever the winner said but in the room with us all. First it was 15 seconds; then 30; then 45, then 60 seconds. We decided on that time frame because we didn=t think that one could get to the big AO@ in such short a period of time.

Well that was sure shot down fast; at least for the girls, because everyone of them, either had or nearly had a orgasm during cunnilingus.

We still didn=t have enough nerve to actually fuck, right their in front of our spouses, so we decides to all go skinny dipping. It seemed as if all of us dived in and somehow ended up with swimming over to a different person, and kissed, rubbed, fondled, well you get the picture.

I never did get to have sexual relations with Sherry, a bitter disappointment to me, but I did do her sister. Although she was fun, she was a bit over-weight and 3 inches taller. We all did it with someone else=s spouse, right their in the pool, and right in front of our spouses (as if they would have noticed).

We soon had to go back to the kids (it was now after 2 A.M.) and only got to be with one partner. Bob finally got to fuck Lana, which wouldn=t be the last time he was able to be with her, but that story later.

JOHN IN COLORADO

My first male/male experience was with a friend who had just moved out to Colorado after I had already made the move (I've since moved back to California).

He came out before his wife and child, looking for a place to live. We had a five bedroom home and instantly said he had to stay with us. He and I used to work at the same company but had never really socialized together. Our experience happened the first night he stayed with us.

We were downstairs in the basement where we have two of our five bedrooms. It was a hot Colorado night and we had been hitting the grass and wine pretty good. We talked about some of the hot women we both used to work with in LA, and eventually the conversation turned to sex.

I told him about our lifestyle, but that how it was totally in Lana=s control of who she wanted to sleep with. (She had already confided to me that she didn't find John her kinda guy.) We got so hot talking about what we had done with others when John asked if I had ever been in a circle jerk. I never had and he suggested we retire to the back bedroom and continue the conversation and see what happened.

We had no sooner gone to the back room when he expressed a desire that he wished his wife would take on lovers, and unzipped his pants. He asked me to unzip mine. Hell, I said, why don't we just get naked; I mean if we're going to jack off, we might as well be comfortable. We both shed our clothes and started foolin' with ourselves. I had never stroked myself without some kind of lubricate, so I was having a hard time keeping it hard. He on the other hand, got stiff immediately and said he could cum anytime he wanted to.

I told him that then maybe I could get some lube from his cum. We kealt on the bed, his cock touching mine, and true to his word, he shot all over my shaft. It didn't take long until I came all over him, touching the end of my dick against the tip of his hard cock. Somehow it felt sinfully erotic to shoot my cum against his pee hole and all over the top of his shaft. We cleaned up and said our goodnights.

It wasn't until two months later we had another experience together. I was in sales and had free time on my hands. I stopped by at his house, (yeah they had bought a place not far from ours). Soon after I got there, he offered me a glass of wine and we talked about the previous encounter together. He said he would love to suck me off. Well never being one to turn done a blow job, I dropped my pants, sat back into the living room chair, and let him suck the life out of me. It didn't take long before he had me shooting my load down his throat.

Then he asked if I would suck him off. I emphatically told him that, although it was fun, I found women better. Hell, women tasted better, had sweeter voices, were more compassionate; besides, I loved cream pies, especially those freshly cooked. I didn't know if I could do it with just a guy and no chicks around. But the wine and his encouragement got the better of me and I sucked him off. We got together two or three more times after that, but he seemed obsessed with sucking me off and I really loved the ladies too much to keep doing that exclusively. Although it might have been fun to see what it felt like getting anal from him. Hmmmm....

THE BUNNY

I guess every man of my generation has the fantasy that they are virile, good-looking enough to attract and bed a Playboy bunny. I was just lucky enough to meet one I met a cocktail waitress named JJ, who used to be a Playboy bunny (well actually a cocktail waitress at the Playboy club in Chicago) and she was one hellava fuck. I started spending my lunch hours at her place where we'd fuck ourselves silly; I met her after work (my office was on the second floor and Josephina's restaurant where she worked, was right below) and we'd have drinks and go out; sometimes she=d flash other drivers by getting naked in the car or go into other clubs with no underwear on and flashing me constantly in public, always ending up at her place.

My wife, Lana, knew and didn't really mind as we had just had another baby and she wasn't in the mood for servicing me at that moment. One evening, one of her friends had a surprise birthday party for her at JJ's house. The house was filled with couples, dancing, hugging, kissing; and the downstairs bedroom was no exception. Round 'bout 11:00 p.m., most of the party moved downstairs and on her bed. The clothes seemed to peel away for everybody. I had already told her of my fantasies and desires to watch her with another man.

Well that night she took on four other men, while I had two other women. It was amazing. Her body seemed to soak up their sperm. After all of the guests left about 3:00 a.m., I could barely taste the unmistakable sultry smell of another man's cum from her, and almost no cum leaked out of her. This amazed me as I watched her have sex with these other men and knew they emptied their cum in her.

In any event, I was ripe to do this again, soon, and soon found out that most of the guests who were the swingers, lived up outside of Boulder and it wasn't long until we were soon regular party-goer's up in Boulder. I should mention that while most of the group was married, some, including me and JJ, were just there as a swinging couple.

Some nights after wild sex, her quim would be overflowing with fresh spunk; other nights she would just soak it up. Where it went to, I'll never know. She could moan like no other woman I've ever been with, and being with her after she'd just gotten laid by another was pure heaven. She was truly insatiable when it came to sex. It didn't matter how many other men she had been with, when it was my turn, she made me feel like I was the only one, even if there were other bodies around watching us.

The bunny and I went a little too far. I never told her I was married; I just had to go back to work, or fly out of town the next morning. She was probably in love with me but I was in love with fucking. I guess it was the power thing. You know, being able to attract a bunny, have incredible sex, and still go home to the comforts of home (we lived in a five bedroom, three bath house; the bunny had a single bedroom in the basement and the first floor.)

After so many nights of staying later and later, sometimes not getting home until 7 A.M., Lana tracked down where JJ lived and told her about me. When JJ called me and told me what an asshole I was, well it was over.

A four years later, when Lana and I broke up, I tried to find JJ but no luck.. I met her when I was 21, she was 31. I might have been happy with her the rest of my life as her sexual attitude was so similar to mine. She gave and good as she got. I believe we could have been happy with her to taking other lovers, almost to an exclusive level as opposed to just swinging. I was now beginning to desire to want to live my life that way, as a cuckold, no actually a wittol, one who knows of his wife=s sexual affairs and is happy with it.

Still, if they could only invent a magic potion where one could travel back through time........

I then realized how selfish and single minded I had been. I decided then and there to be the homebody, taking care of my kids, and let Lana sow some wild oats. Lana took a job as a receptionist at a car dealer in town, and was soon banging one of the top salesmen. She made it very clear to him that she was happily married, as was he, and this was only about sex.

Well they carried on this affair for six months, both of them having a great time in bed together. I was surprisingly happy at this arrangement. I wasn=t at all jealous, even when she=d spend three, four hour nights a week with him at a motel. I was the consummate husband; taking care of the kids, cooking, etc. Lana always came home, and told me all of the details of their time together, thereby keeping me in the loop and not in the dark. This helped two-fold. One, I wasn=t jealous because I heard of the juicy details, and knew it wasn=t about love, and two, I got to lovingly suck her quim, after she had had sex with him, giving me my much appreciated desert.

After six months, the affair started to slow down and then Bob, you know our realtor friend, happened to see Lana after work one night and one thing led to another and they made love in the parking lot inside his van. She didn=t get home for two hours after work ended and I was worried. It wasn=t that I was afraid she was with somebody, it was that she didn=t call me and tell me she was going to be with somebody, and I was justifiably worried where she was. When she came home, I confronted her about my concern for her safety, and after she told me about her second time with Bob, well I dropped to my knees and sucked the sweet cream from her quim right there.

Lana continued to see Bob on and off for another six months, interspersed with her dates with the car salesman. Apparently Sherry, Ron=s wife, was ashamed of the pool party incident (it was her first time doing that) and didn=t want be with others (she had told Bob she was too drunk at the party). Bob, on the other hand, had been plugging women for years behind Sherry=s back and had no intention of stopping.

When the economy took a down turn, Lana and I moved back to California, thus ending out Rocky Mountain High days. At the time we left until we split up, we could look back on those days with fond memories, for both of us.

BACK IN SOCAL

After we returned to LA, I was content to just look for a new job and get a house. Lana, on the other hand, had become totally uninhibited during the last year in Colorado, finding out she could enjoy lust for lust=s sake. Lana wanted to go out every night and visit friends; kinda be a high school/College party girl, something she never got to do. She went to a lot of Jim=s new bands performances and such.

Earlier in Jim=s life, he wrote an instrumental surf type song that enjoyed maybe 3 weeks of being #1 on the play list on AM radio. That is until the censored came down on the song (it was called ABeaver Shot@) and it was pulled from the air. Jim=s producer, sadly took all of the money and everything, leaving poor Jim and his band out in the cold.

So this new band was Jim=s way of connecting the post teen years he thought he was entitled to. They had gig=s at Whisky A Go Go and other Hollywood night clubs, made a demo but after two long years, it all fizzled out. I had already been there, done that, and didn=t follow the group.

I wasn=t that much enthraled about going to the new style rock clubs, and hanging out with my old roommate, Jim, and his new band. So Lana went to all of the rehersals, gigs and parties with Jim and the band. Of course Joyce, Jims wife was usually always there, and both Jim and Joyce knew of our lifestyle arrangement and allowed Lana to go with them as she wanted. And did she ever. She fucked two of the boys in the band (they were all of maybe 18 and she was 30) and she met quite a few other men for one night stands during their performances.

Lana even sucked off one of my good friend from my fraternity days. This guy wasn=t the best looking guy; a bit over weight and, well, he just wasn=t. But he had a great sense of humor, always making us laugh. Since our return to SoCal, I hadn=t been in touch with the guys from my frat. Not that I had any problem with them , or the frat brothers who got to be with Lana, it was just I had moved on with my life and most of those college day buddies were behind me now.

But to Lana, it was just starting. I had no problem with her being with other men; even good friends of our, or of our good friends knowing about her or our lifestyle. There was no stigma attached to what she or I did or believed, besides if there was, I wouldn=t have cared a rats ass about it anyway. It just seemed that I was moving on with my life and Lana wasn=t. It was that which led to our divorce. I probably would still be married to her if we had grown in the same direction because sexually we were so compatible, be it affairs, dalliances or what not, but >mI getting ahead of myself.

MY BEST FRIENDS WIFE

While in college, my best friend and frat brother, Jim, his girl frien,d Joyce, and I all lived together. Joyce and I spent many an evening together watching TV, sharing doobies, and exploring each other=s company while Jim worked until 2:00 a.m. at a pool hall. Since my room was actually half of the living room, partitioned off with a pull down vinyl screen, Joyce had often come home to find me in bed with some woman, moaning and groaning; and in the throes of passion.

Other nights, it would be just Joyce and me. We=d talk about how much we missed getting screwed that night and get so worked up and horny, she=d say she needed to get off and use her vibrator. She would get up and go to her room, while I stayed in my room (the front room), and we would both masturbate, knowing the other one is also masturbating. We could hear one another moaning while getting off at the same time. I often wonder why we didn=t do it in the same room together, I mean keeping to ourselves. I guess we just weren=t that sexually liberated yet

I once even brought over a distant cousin, who had just turned 18 and I had recently re-acquainted with this side of my family. She was beautiful and had one of the hottest bodies I=ve ever had the pleasure to be with. Joyce would often come home while she and I would be screwing or laying out naked behind the flimsy rattan screen, watching TV or smoking a joint.

We fucked ourselves silly, almost every night, for about a month, until I became overcome with guilt. Yeah I know it wasn=t really incest as we were only second cousins, but I knew her mother, vaguely, my Aunt, and it just didn=t seem right to be that intimate with her while seeming to be in a family type of relationship while at my Aunts house. I had to break it off or so I felt I did, so I did.

While Jim. Joyce and I lived together for two years, we never once tried to culminate a sexual relationship; keeping a healthy distance between our respective sex lives although I had lusted after Joyce but resisted the urge to do anything about it.

Now Lana and I had been gone to Colorado for the last seven years and we didn=t see or communicate with Jim and Joyce. When we returned, we visited Joyce and found out Jim had been gone to Costa Rica for the last four months. Since Lana and I had been apart from them for the past several years, we went to visit her in Granada Hills. We all drank too much wine, smoked a little, and it let our inhibitions drop.

It was Joyce who suggested we all go swimming. Lana laughed and said that Joyce must be way too stoned to think that she could fit into one of her bathing suits (Lana was 5'7", 130#, while Joyce was 5'2" and 105#.) Joyce didn't even blink when she said, " well lets all just skinny dip...besides, I=ve seen Robert naked many times while we lived at the Garcia Street house", and with that started to undress in the living room.

We all shucked off our clothes and headed in to the pool. Both girls were giggling and swimming up to me, letting their breasts, legs, or hands brush against me, causing my hardening shaft to become more absolute. When the girls got out of the pool, I was embarrassed to leave it. When I explained my predicament, it was Lana who held out her hand and brought me up out of the pool.

The July heat made lying out on the grass a wonderful feeling, even though it was 10:00 p.m. Playful touching led to me making love to Joyce, right there in front of my wife, coming deep inside her soft, velvety quim, while my wife, Lana, brought herself off with her hand. I often wondered why Lana never tried "lady love" but she never did and missed out I think.

A few years later, when Lana and I broke up, Joyce came over to my place. Jim, her husband had returned from Costa Rica, but they weren't getting along much. After our usual coarse of weed and wine, we ended up in my swimming pool, again naked as jaybirds. We swam up to each other and embraced. Kissing each other and I was stroking her small but ample breasts. We fucked right there in the pool. Her wrapping her legs around me as I thrust into her. When we finally finished, she had a dreamy look about her face. I knew she loved sex and she just wasn=t getting it from Jim. I don=t believe it was me she wanted to fuck, but she needed to fuck, and I was there.

I sat her up on the edge of the pool and lovingly licked her sweet quim. I was amazed at the length of her pussy lips; they seemed to stretch out nearly four inches, delectably savored by my eager mouth and sucked into my willing lips. Performing cunnilingus on Joyce was more fun than fucking, and I wanted to keep eating and eating, but she demanded I get inside of her and we rocked for nearly 45 minutes inside my van, parked on the street in front of the house.

I would have loved to carry on this relationship with Joyce but only if it could be openly. After we had sex that night, she expressed the opinion that we had both married the wrong people. We should have been the ones who married each other. Maybe so as she would have loved to lead the life of a swinger, as insatiable as she was.

But although Joyce and I got along fabulously, she wasn=t my best friend, although she was a good friend. Besides, Joyce already had another long-time lover and she didn=t want Jim to know. This violated my basic tenant to be true to your partner; something I had learned the hard way while in Colorado. That is, you both must have the agreement to be in an open marriage and every time you meet a lover, you have to let your partner know about it and give their approval to the situation.

I've often thought back on that day, making love to her while her husband was my best friend, and I felt extremely guilty. After all, he didn't invite me to be with her, let alone fuck her, and it was just our mutual lust that overcame us. I guess it was our not seeing Jim for several years that gave us the distance we needed to not make him the unknowing cuckold. I learned that night Ayou don=t shit where you eat and you don=t fuck your best friends wife behind his back.@ I wouldn't do it to a friend again but Joyce, Ayou have the sweetest pussy lips & I just loved to lick >em.."

SECOND MARRIAGE

Although my second wife and I didn't awap, swing or have multi-partner sex, we did go on nudist vacations over many different weekends. She was shaved bare (her choice) and didn't have any problem with other men and women seeing her in the buff, including having nude conversations with other couples and single men.

TODAY

When one falls in love, it only matters how you feel about your partner and their happiness. For my best friend, my partner, my wife, I would do anything, go anywhere, and live however she wants, and do whatever she wanted to do. This, I am happy with..

I want and need my wife to feel comfortable with meeting other men (or women), touching them, stroking them, kissing them, and them her. I love to see the radiant glow from her skin and soul, the glow one gets from being sexually excited, petted. To know that another mans cum has been left on her tongue. To know that another mans cum has washed the inside of her body. To be able to taste the juices as they've mixed with hers, from her month, from her vagina. To lick her breasts, her nipples; knowing that just hours before another had lapped at her wholesomeness. And to taste another's saliva from her nipples, her neck, her mouth, her labia.

As for myself, I don't need to have any outside women (or men for that matter) to feel fulfilled. My completeness is in sharing my wife's experiences. I know that's selfish (yeah, I'm thinking of nothing but myself again). Its not that I don't want to enjoy another woman's sexual charms, of course I do. Different woman, are like different bottles of fine wine. Each has their own taste, their own flavor, their own style. My only question is can I live without that, even if that=s for the rest of my life?

I don't really care who my wife choose's as a lover. I know that having another man=s semen inside her, is the possibility, however remote, that she could become pregnant from another man. As the pregnancy, I wouldn=t have any problem and I would love, raise and care for any child brought into our relationship as my own biological child. After all, any child conceived would be from my wife and it would have been through my encouragement that she be with other men. I can except any eventuality of such play. Its just that I love the taste, the feel, and the smell of a cream pie, and I would love to be able to taste such a delicacy.

I know my wife would be quite comfortable in sexual scenario=s with females or males of any race or color. She is even comfortable being involved in swinging or other group activities. And if she so chose, I wouldn=t have any problems with her being involved with an old boyfriend, flame or past husband. I wouldn=t feel threatened by any choice she might choose in a lover or in a long term boy friend type relationship.

She can choose how or when, to be intimately involved with others. The relationship is to be here for her; to offer compassion; to share mutual dreams and aspirations; to be her confidant, her best friend; and to support her, financially and emotionally, in all ways imaginable.

We all get to choose to be in a monogamous or a non‑monogamous marriage. I'm comfortable in choosing non‑monogamy and/or polyandry. I believe women should have the freedom to be sexually and/or emotionally involved with more than one person at any given time, and if they so choose, to have as many children as they want from as many different men.